And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,109
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
The. I must confess that I have heard so much,
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof;112
But, being over-full of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;
And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,
I have some private schooling for you both.116
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
To fit your fancies to your father's will,
Or else the law of Athens yields you up,
Which by no means we may extenuate,120
To death, or to a vow of single life.
Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love?
Demetrius and Egeus, go along:
I must employ you in some business124
Against our nuptial, and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
Ege. With duty and desire we follow you.
Exeunt. Manet Lysander and Hermia.
Lys. How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?128
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Ay me! for aught that ever I could read,132
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either it was different in blood,—
113 self-affairs: my own concerns
125 Against: in preparation for
126 nearly that: that closely
127 S. d. Manet: (i.e., manent) remain
131 Beteem: grant
